The Philosopher Between the Capitalist and the Communist
Chapter 15 : Alone Among Dead Flowers and Black Smoke
The Philosopher was alone, in between the hollow emptiness of the universe and the predator-filled darkness of the forest, almost in a natural place and a natural setting, between himself and the universe, when his thoughts began to flow. "There is a new contradiction in the Anarchist City," the Philosopher thought to himself, "The Militarists and the Marxists are that contradiction. There is no end to the admiration I have for both Roz and Pan, but I suspect that the Anarchist people may yet suffer from more contradictions. Letting contradictions exist is the real basis of tolerance and compassion. But hunting them down and destroying them is the real basis of thinking. There are too many who execute people when they think they are executing an idea, and there are too few who kill irrational ideas when it means saving someone."
A bird landed on a branch close to the Philosopher's head, bringing him to a halt and a cautious examination of his new friend. The branch wagged back and forth, with the force of the landing, but as time acquainted both the tree and the Philosopher to this new creature, the force of the swinging weakened and weakened. "And maybe it's just me, maybe just I don't get it," the Philosopher said in a quiet voice. Chirp chirp! And then after a quick exchange of eye contact, the bird disappeared. "I wonder how the birds care for anarchy, or how they've cared for it among their stateless societies," the Philosopher spoke to himself, picking up his walking pace again.
Alone as always, the Philosopher walked pasts the trees and the tall grasses, thinking to himself, "Communism and Capitalism are the same thing -- they are horrible, wretched beasts, who can be tamed and brought under control only by those with a fierce sense of liberty. But like early childhood memories, it is impossible to erase them -- it is impossible to live to like they never happened. It's now a war between one world of freedom and two very different worlds of slavery. My interference shouldn't be necessary. The people themselves should know what they want. And if they don't, then they will suffer so much from their mistakes that they will want something different. At least, I hope so."